Written by a Cafe 1040 student

Most days I feel strong in heart. There are days, though, when my heart doesn't know how to hold the hurting of the lost. Each place I visit has a different kind of lost. Here, people are lost in fear: fear of the unseen world and what pain those who passed before them might inflict on them if not taken care of or appeased.

Another place I visited was trapped in hopelessness. They are not sure what is true but try anything that may give them an answer or direction in life. When they receive an answer it must be checked or confirmed to show they didn't "hear" wrong or read their lot incorrectly. Then they act...on chance, hoping it will work out.

The third kind of lost I've encountered was when I visited an unreached unengaged people group. No one is there sharing the gospel and no one is even trying to engage them. They are a community of muslims whose devotion to who they believe in has left them blind to the truth.

These days I cry. 

But there is rest for the fearful, hope for the hopeless, and sight for the blind in Jesus Christ. I'm encouraged knowing I have a relationship with the One who casts out fear, who is my eternal hope, and who gives me a vision and the assurance of my future. This motivates me to pray without ceasing, fervently asking God to draw these lost sheep to him.

Join me.